We’ve barely come to a complete stop before Dex is picking me up, carrying me out of his truck and into his house.

I’m nervous… even a little scared because I know that there’s no turning back now. Soon I will be his in every way.

“Honey,” I gasp, needing him to slow down.

He places me on the bed, but his hard body is between my legs just a moment later.

“I’ll try to be gentle, Emma, I swear. It’s just the thought of being inside of you has my dick so hard, I’m going crazy. I’m going to try, but I’m not sure there’s a chance of me going slow.”

I can hear the desperation in his voice. I can hardly believe that Dex is that desperate to have me. I feel beautiful and powerful. I’m the woman who does this to him. I’m the one he wants. He doesn’t know it, but right now I’d give him anything he asks.

“I just want you, any way I can have you,” I confess and it comes out in almost a whimper as his hand travels against my skin.

He slowly lifts my dress off of me, our eyes only briefly disconnecting as it moves over my head. I’m left lying on the bed in just a pair of pink panties, not even the cheeky boy shorts, or a thong. I should have thought ahead and at least worn something ultra-sexy and matching. But, instead I’m in a pair of run-of-the-mill, pink, bikini-style panties and a lacy turquoise bra.

I’m almost embarrassed, but then I see the hunger in his eyes and I know he doesn’t care about the clothing I have on… he cares about me. It might just be wishful thinking, but for a minute I think I see love reflecting in his eyes. I know if I looked in a mirror right now, that’s what would be in mine.

I love Dex.

I don’t care if it happened in the blink of an eye. I feel it all the way down into my very being.

I look down and realize he’s down to just his jeans and has them unbuttoned. I didn’t even notice that he took his shirt off. How I missed it, I have no idea. He’s gorgeous. His chest is a work of art, a smattering of hair, abs that go for days and a happy trail of hair that’s all masculine and leads to the one thing I can’t wait to finally feel inside me. All that—and it’s a lot—would be enough, but then there are those Vs on each of his sides. It’s the ones you see in magazines on models and think you’ll never see them in real life. Apparently, God thought I was a good girl in my former life and has now blessed me not only with seeing them, but feeling them, and hopefully licking them.

I whimper at the mere thought. I can’t wait to feel his body next to mine.

Skin against skin.

Dex hears me whimper and slowly takes my bra off. His tongue comes out to teasingly lick me from my neck down to my collarbone. He begins to nibble, and then his tongue slowly slides against the tortured skin, making a path down to my breast and around my nipple. Teasing me, giving me just a taste, but never doing what I need the most.

“Dex…” I beg, and he pulls back just enough to look at me. Cool air hits the moistened path he’s made on my hot body, leaving chills in its wake.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans before finally his mouth is on my nipple and he sucks on it, hard.

I moan, lost in the sensations as he plays my body like an instrument. His other hand is just as much torture. He’s using his fingers to play with my other nipple, somehow knowing the amount of pain I like with my pleasure. I may be a virgin, but I wasn’t against exploring myself on those dark nights in my bedroom. I’d imagine the type of man I wanted—but those silly daydreams pale in comparison to Dex and the pleasure he gives me.

He’s insisting on taking his time, moving so torturously slowly that he’s killing me inch by inch. He’s traveling leisurely down my body, licking and nipping as he goes. My breath stalls deep in my chest as he finally makes it to the one spot that is aching the most.

I gasp when he slides down to his knees, his head between my legs, his eyes trained on mine. I bite into my lip as his tongue darts out and he licks the lips of my pussy right before his tongue slides between them, searching for my clit. His fingers pull me open so he can see my pussy, not allowing me to hide. My back arches as one of his hands bites into my thigh with bruising force. He pulls me so my pussy is pushing against his face, his hot breath fanning the most intimate parts of me.

I cry when he captures my throbbing clit between his teeth, applying enough pressure that I jerk from the burning sensation of pain. My body convulses and my fingers dive into his hair. I want him to eat me… to devour me… to take me over the edge. I’m so close that I know it wouldn’t take much. Instead he pulls back, looking at me.

“Dex, w-why did you stop?” I’m stuttering, my body alive with hunger—a hunger like I never knew existed.

“I’m going eat this pussy, Emma. Going to own it. No one else will ever see it. It’s mine and it will only ever be mine,” he growls.

I start to tell him that it’s true. That everything he said is true, but he doesn’t give me the chance. All of a sudden he’s back to licking, sucking, and biting my clit. I feel his fingers come into play, in the most exquisite type of pain. It’s not the kind that hurts, but instead it’s the kind that makes me crave more. He has his thumb playing inside of me when I feel his other finger playing with my ass. Not penetrating, but he’s making it known that he’s there. With all of his actions and him looking into my eyes, I gasp and come so hard my whole body shakes with it.

“Oh, God, Dex. I…” I break off, unable to form words. My orgasm is still vibrating through me, but it’s the look on his face as he slowly crawls up my body that leaves me speechless. I wrap my arms around him and kiss him, not caring that I can taste myself on his mouth. I like it. I like that I’m mixed in with the taste of his kiss… it makes me hungrier.

“Emma, baby. You’re mine now. There’s no going back and there’s no leaving. I want you tied to me and me tied to you.”

I’m looking at him and the only thing I can do is nod my head in agreement, but that’s not good enough for him.

“Give me the words, Emma. Let me hear you say them.”

Tears are gathering in my eyes and slowly begin to fall. I thought I was prepared for sex, but this is just so much more than sex.

“I want that with you. I think I’ve wanted that my whole life,” I tell him, honesty ringing in my voice so loudly, I know he can’t help but hear it.

Dex being Dex, he doesn’t let my tears continue. He kisses them away, his lips touching my face with such gentleness my heart aches. His tongue gathers the tears up and takes them away. Once they are gone, he positions his cock so that the head is pushing against my opening.

All I can think is that finally… Finally, I will belong to him.